Insomnia

Sick lungs whispering secrets untold
Bones reveal tempo with aches and moans
The clock precariously loses time
Pipe in teeth, pen writes the rhymes

Sounds of shadows haunt the halls
Strolling parapets on the walls
Impatiently waiting and growing tall
In darkening anger as night does fall

Tormenting noise of echoing drafts
Spirited shouts of children's laughs
This empty house my creepy craft
Teases the mind with visions of past

Cowering supine in pallet covered
Spare pillow cold smells of another
In loneliness sleep in distance hovers
Concealing dreams of a silhouette lover

A comforting cup drowns a pill
The shadows sleep as cuckoo stills
As mares of night gallop black hills 
My aging body restlessly yields


  An original poem by  Daniel Turner
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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September 7, 2022 at 9:07 AM
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Rodrigues Avatar
September 4, 2022 at 9:51 AM
Excellent write. Nighttime can be the worst, when one has insomnia…the spirits pay you a visit. Not so much the spirit of things to come, but oh the past and the present speaks with clangs.
Barden Avatar
July 15, 2018 at 5:27 PM
This is wonderful, Daniel, deep and dark, with heavy mood, but it speaks so perfectly to how we night owls have been forced to "find beauty in the darkness", (and that, in many ways). I wake up with most migraines, (from my horrible apnea), so my cycles often run on the opposite clock, but the silence and peace of the early hours I have come to love, as I can write music and poetry without interruption, (and record in the studio as well). Stated sublimely, my friend, this is going to my favs! :)
Onclaud Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 11:28 PM
ohh, the night owl in you shows how greeat you can write... keep penning but sleep well, daniel!..huggs
Turner Avatar
February 11, 2016 at 5:17 AM
My dear nette, I'm running out of adjectives for you. Your prodding has inspired to write like I've never written before. Your constant support and encouragement, along with your precious time is overwhelming. Thank you just seems a little inadequate. Bless your gentle heart. Peace Love your sense of humor, may your heart stay happy and live forever (or as long as you want to)
Spagnola Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 5:25 PM
Daniel, I have written with the same title. I love your rhyming piece filled with imagery I have experienced, particularly, "Spare pillow cold smells of another"...peace, jill
Turner Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 5:35 PM
Thank you, Jill. I am glad you can relate and I am sad you are able to relate. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. Sleep well! Peace:)
Allison Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 3:22 PM
I've suffered ever since my hubbies cancer surgery and have written on the subject - thank goodness i discovered writing and poetry soup! :-) hugs Jan xx
Turner Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 3:28 PM
Sorry Jan. got the wrong box. Yes writing is a comfort but at some point one tends to fight the sleep. I always value your visits and comments as I know your time is valuable. Sleep tight! Peace
Turner Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 3:26 PM
Thank you, Andrea. I can tell you first hand as the body ages and requires less sleep, it becomes necessary. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting. Sleep tight! Peace
Dietrich Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 3:21 PM
I have written on THIS topic a number of times. Insomnia. How i hate it!! And yes, finally you have to take some kind of pills and let your body yield to it. I sure enjoyed your take on this topic , Poemdog!!
Turner Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 3:29 PM
Thank you, Andrea. I can tell you first hand as the body ages and requires less sleep, it becomes necessary. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting. Sleep tight! Peace
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